Post-Party, Pre-Sentiment I remember this night clearly, though I know she wouldn't. She drank so much that night, there's no way she would have said it otherwise. And I doubt she even meant it, not to the degree that I took it, and then held on to as long as I could.

I had a crush on her for nearly the entire duration of high school, and even though other crushes came and went, she was always the one I felt the strongest about. After high school, those feelings changed shape, until one night there was a party at the house I was living at. Like I said, she drank so much that night, she stayed over. As she was falling asleep, in the last few coherent mumblings, she said twice, "I love you, Michael."  ¶ 11:03 AM